But no really, can we?
What was the funniest thing I missed?
So I try and keep things light on here and try to avoid the personal posts, but I thought I’d update y’all with my experience yesterday here in Boston.
I was across the street from where the second bomb went off. Through a random chain of events, I ended up moving from the spot about two minutes before it happened. I was at the Red Sox game that morning and hadn’t eaten because the concession stand was closing as I was the next customer in line. At the time, I was beyond annoyed but had this not happened I would have stayed where I was watching the marathon later on. I left the game and headed to the finish line to see my friend running and grab a bite to eat. She still had a few miles left so it was a toss-up as to whether to quickly eat or grab food after. I decided not to risk missing her and waited in my spot, across the street from Marathon Sports.
I then received a text from a friend inviting me out to Brighton to drink some beers. Now, being a snobby Bostonian gay I hardly ever go to Brighton. Like ever. However, today of all days I was up for that adventure since everyone else I knew was either working or not doing anything fun. With this new plan, I realized I would have to eat something quick before my friend ran through and before my trek to no man’s land. The Prudential food court was right there so I headed in that direction, away from the finish line.
The food court is a large, mall court with one wall made entirely of glass windows. It was as I was walking through here that a large, booming sound shook the place. It was out of place, but not threatening sounding. It was almost as if something had run into the glass wall or a canon had been shot in the distance. Having never seen the Marathon before, I thought maybe it was the latter, sounding that the fourth hour of the race had just begun. The room went silent for a minute, then began to resume…until all of the suddenly the noises of kids, talking, and cooking was overwhelmingly silenced by a wave of screams and running. I turned around once more to the direction of the noise to see the room running towards me and a sea of panic.
I started to back-up, then turned with the crowd and started to run. I immediately ran into a young boy who was standing all along, crying. I asked him where his parents were but he just kept crying. Not seeing anyone around him that looked like they were looking for a child, I grabbed him and told him we’d find them outside. Fearing the worse, I called my mom and told her that I loved her and that I was ok. Having just happened, she had no idea what was going on. All I could do was relay the information people shouted as they rain down the stairs past me: “bomb”, “shooter”, “blood everywhere.”
Myself, two British Airways flight attendants and a young woman named Michelle spent the next two hours trying to help the boy find his cousin and piece together what we’d all just experienced. Facebook was the easiest source of news, as friends checked in that they were okay and those in the area posted what they had seen or experienced. We mostly just tried to joke, watched those around us shuffle by like zombies, and listened to the never ending stream of ambulances and police sirens go by.
As time went on, we were shuffled further and further from the area and further from hope of finding the boy’s family. It wasn’t until three hours later at a nearby hotel that we reunited him with a tearful, thankful father. It was there I said goodbye to the others who had helped and made my way towards a friends. There, I finally learned the whole magnitude of everything that had happened. I finally saw the pictures and video, heard the booming sound again, just as vivid as when I had heard it at the Pru. It was then and there that my nerves finally caught up to me, and I realized how lucky I was to have left the area.
I’m sorry this is so long, but it feels good just to write it down. Had I stayed, I don’t think I would have been injured since I was on the opposite side, but I can’t imagine how much more lost and confused I’d be feeling. The situation I was in shook me enough…the confusion, the unknown of whether the building had been hit or if it was outside, the numb wandering. It was senseless and we’ll probably never get all the answers, but I’m thankful that those I know and love are okay and hope that going forward, we focus on the good, heartwarming stories rather than the awful tradegy of it all.
Let’s get weird.